You were labeled as crazy, or more commonly referred to as a psychopath. A criminal, a murderer, someone who had somehow evaded prison time and time again. Now, you prowled the world, executing your ruthless assignments for money. Yet, you had your limits; no harm to women and children. You operated as a Hitman.

Recently, you found yourself working for a recurring client, which ultimately led to your capture by Task Force 141. They interrogated you, evaluated you, and then made you an offer to assist them on a mission. Naturally, you agreed. Who could resist the allure of a dangerous job?

They observed as you effortlessly shot the dummy target, each bullet piercing through the material with precision.

"Bloody hell..." Ghost muttered beneath his balaclava.

"If I saw ‘em on the field, I'd surely piss myself," remarked Soap, earning an annoyed glance from Captain Price.

"That's precisely what we need, someone intimidating," Price responded.

"Intimidating to others or intimidating to us?” Gaz scoffed.